I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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Yesterday I received - by surprise - the "Blogging Friends Forever" Award for my photography.
According to the rules I can now myself give this award to 5 other bloggers of my choice and I have chosen your blog as one of the five. This, because I like it very much and read your comments always with interest! )As I mentioned in one of your posts, you should be writing...!)
Please visit my blog and you will see your name among the 5 in question. Then it will be your turn to give the award yourself to 5 other bloggers of your choice, according to the rules you will find indicated there!
Have a look at it and then decide..!
Cheers also to your lovely family from Arona.
Diederick
Oi, I remember seeing the shoe incident. And as a college student I, like many other young people, read and loved Dag's _Markings._
Kris! Only YOU would think of linking Hammarskjold and Khrushchev to your bubs.
Mazal tov on receiving the award.
Got here via Blognote...
I promise that I will construct a post in response, and for those other kind people who have bestowed awards that I have been too rude to properly honour!
Dina, they often remind me of historical characters. Henry used to strike me as a reincarnation of Genghis Kahn, but he’s settled down somewhat since then!
Tash, they change daily at this age. It is a good thing we keep taking photos otherwise we’d forget!
Tr3nta, thank you!
April, I should post some pics of them crying... ;)